"Finally," Lord Garfield sat up, and let Raven rest between his legs, her back against his chest. He grasped her throat slowly, letting his jagged fingers crawl the length of skin.
He parted his mouth as he let his finger brush through Raven's bottom lip, and into her warm mouth. His loins curled as she looked up at him with heavy eyes, biting down, them sucking on his finger. He put another finger in Raven's mouth, then extended them deeper, there.
Lord Garfield stated curtly, keeping his other hand brushing Raven's love-bruised inner thigh, "Such a dirty sweetheart, I knew you had it in you. Was gettin' tired of you and your damn pride,"
Raven shivered as she felt the thick stitches of his fingers against her tongue. She dented her growing fangs on the parts that were flesh, and got a taste of scarlet essence. Physically, Lord Garfield's blood was bitter, but mentally it was so sweet to Raven.
Her body contracted as she felt the blood under her skin bubble slightly. She felt a shock wash through her nerves and it was like the force was enough to snap her bones in half. Raven's eyes flickered, and she felt the need to bite for more blood, so she did.
Lord Garfield removed his fingers steadily. A light pop resounded between her lips and his fingers. Raven's insides pained slightly as her temporary blood fix departed.
"Your bloodlust is getting stronger. Soon, it's going to be so intense, we might tear this whole place down," He exhaled deeply, marveling Raven's charm. "You know what's going to happen now, right?"
"You've got me naked, you're biting me and kissing me, you slapped my ass, so I hope I know what's happening." Raven gasped as Lord Garfield pressed sensitive circles on her pelvic area.
Lord Garfield laughed, kissing her cheek tenderly, "You're definitely my curse breaker. Couldn't have someone with a similar personality to mine pull this off."
Then, the talking progressed through labored, broken tongue kisses.
"Your blood," Raven hated admitting her feelings, but Lord Garfield's very existence was pulling all kinds of elements out of her. She felt so disadvantaged against his power. "It's doing something to me."
Lord Garfield knew the fact, but he wanted to hear Raven confess thoroughly.
He dragged his hand on the dip of her collarbone, skillfully kissing. Then his hand went back up, holding her neck as he tongued her down, hard.
"Tell me how it makes you feel."
"Vulnerable," Raven bit down on Lord Garfield's lip with a faint breath, "Sinful," Then she closed her eyes tighter as Lord Garfield grazed his canines against her shoulder, for a tease.
Lord Garfield held Raven's head with one masculine hand, then bit on her shoulder in a small series of sharp nips and vulgar sucks. An obscene whine breaks from Raven's lips, and her body twists.
She then winced, "Desperate."
"You can barely speak to me." the vampire remarked.
The dark angel swallowed down a curse, "You're getting on my goddamn nerves."
"The way you're squirming and making all these sounds tells me I'm exciting your nerves," Another hellish bite, another fervid kiss, another nasty suck. "So much that you may collapse right here, and I'm just getting started with you."
"Please, any way you want me, take me," Raven hissed as his fangs created a thin laceration on her numb lips. The thin stream of blood in Raven's mouth made her stomach crease.
Raven's breathing was impatient and low. Her eyes, deep scarlet and gold, were threads of yearning. Her insides were churning because of her urgent desire for him — and Raven found it anomalous because it was in that moment, right then, that she truly realized that the last fragments of her humanity were evaporating on the Beast's lips, fingertips, fangs, and very fact of existing.
Raven was utterly exasperated. Her needs and emotions were spilling out of her temple like water easy to break from a dam. She was rushing, saturated, and drowning in a sea of vampirical appetite.
"Bite me, suck me, eat me, I don't know, just do something to me."
"You're begging," Lord Garfield sneered, tracing painstakingly slow and devilish patterns on Raven's inner thigh. He noted the need rinsing through her face and manifesting in her body was impatient writhes.
Raven sharply replied, "Yes, I know, so do something about it."
Lord Garfield with a graveled laugh, spanned the width of Raven's light graphite thighs.
He steadily licked his fingers with a light gasp while gazing into her hazy eyes, then drew lustful lines on her pretty pink petals, causing her to unfold. The hunger was building on her thighs, her skin was bruising with fire. The deep breaths followed— she was terrified to be done by a Beast. Such a seemingly invincible essence, and it didn't matter that she was slowly converting herself. She didn't feel like she could compare to him.
But maybe, that wasn't the point this whole time.
Raven drew in a sharp breath as Lord Garfield grazed his fangs on her neck, and his tempting fingers on the glory between her legs. He switched to his thumb, using that to stroke between the crease of her thighs and her cavern, then the nest of nerves at her pinkest point.
Lord Garfield grimaced lightly; the tension between the two of them was making him absolutely primal, and that's what she needed him to be.
"Take a deep breath, when you're ready. While you do that, I'll put my finger inside." Lord Garfield told Raven, holding her hand with his available one.
Raven took a tremulous breath, and then the creature followed through with his promise. Raven rattled as her sigh evaporated into a needy sound.
"There you go," Lord Garfield felt around her dampening, tender insides gently. "Are you feeling okay?"
Raven squealed as a leathery ridge slid into a fragile pocket of rosé. "Something to get used to— ah!"
Lord Garfield nastily kissed her cerise lips, talking through a growl. "Shhh, I know, Angel. You're warm and sweet, aren't you?"
"Mm-mhm,"
"Yes, you are."
Lord Garfield had his full focus on the duty at hand. He took his testing index finger out, then put in his middle and ring fingers, which made Raven's back etch into an arch.
She was bathing in his blood-hungry breaths, and the candles were crackling in low burns.
Lord Garfield placed maddeningly sweet kisses on the Angel's neck as his fingers plunged inside of her. He knew her shock and surprise, but didn't cease to keep the thrill. Raven held one of his arms to brace herself as he spread her deeply and unabashedly.
She was a wild musing.
Feverish and wet, full of his artistic, passionate strokes. Embodied as a tempestuous edge as he pulled the pain from her bones. Her pulse was cursing the next dawn as she began to extinguish her humanity to this one night. She was stained in aggressive marks of sore burgundy and bruised scarlet. Her brimming canvas was being undone in seductive shades, and her body was now a mirror of just how inhabited a creature could be when he finds his territory.
A string of shallow gasps and velvet stammers slipped from Raven's lips. She couldn't help it, and she hated it.
Lord Garfield asked, "You okay? I hear the gasps."
"I'm fine." Raven grunted in frustration, fighting to keep her reserved nature intact.
"Like hell you are," His voice was a rich, baritone growl. His feral eyes watched her swallow down another sound, then he snapped.
"You make it hard to be gentle and patient," Lord Garfield roughly situated Raven's back from against his chest, onto the mattress.
"I have no problem taking what I want out of you, I hope you know that."
Raven, bantered, hard-headed, "Like said, you're selfish."
"I've been selfish for centuries, sweetheart."
He took a breast in his hand, kneaded it unabashedly, extracting a gasp from his Angel. Sucked the flesh of her inner thighs, while tracking his hand up the apex of her hip.
He partook in her verbiage once more, which was ambrosial. He was done with the reverence, now he was going in for the kill. An onslaught of aggression, so erotic and intense. Raven's chilling whimpers made his blood curl. Lord Garfield's fingers and tongue continued to carve a path of worship between Raven's thighs, between her most blest, intrinsic nature.
Raven whined, grasping whatever tufts of the Beast's her fingers could anchor herself by, "Your tongue, your tongue, your tongue,"
Lord Garfield chuckled darkly as he watched Raven's face crumble in desire, and the grip her teeth had on her lower lip. He adjusted one of Raven's legs gently over his shoulder, holding it firm, and pressing down on the pelvic bone of her hip.
Then, the Beast bit down on Raven's inner thigh, sucking blood from there. And even still he kept his fingers and tongue ravenous and full of her.
"My God," He sucked the folds of her sex, then bit, and when he bit, he held his teeth down and gently pulled the length of them while swiping his eyes against hers again.
He got an iota of fresh blood on his tongue from the sharp nips of vulva flesh, and he loved it.
The Beast growled deeply, "I want all of you,"
His provoking kissing and biting leaves her pink bliss for a moment, the fingers remaining snug and seeping. He marked her stomach, breasts, and neck with the mercy of his tongue, fangs, and intoxicating dialogue.
Raven's lips were begging for a kiss to stop her stammering, so he clasped his lips with hers.
"Can't take it anymore," Raven rasped breathlessly through clenched teeth, feeling the burning stimulation in her core birth from his fingers.
But even still, she grinded her hips desperately towards him.
"You don't have a choice," Lord Garfield commanded possessively right on her lips, slapping her thigh and dragging his nails there. "You're gonna take it."
"Oh, my fucking goodness," Raven breathed, sensing the ache spread from the core and branch out to every other crevice possible that she could feel.
"I want to— I need to— Gar, please let me—"
Her voice made his blood pressure rise dramatically.
But he managed a whisper, tenderly biting down on her lip. "Let me finish, I'm almost through."
He breathed, meshing his glimmering eyes with her darkening ones. Lord Garfield parted his lips, taking in her heavy breathing, furrowing expressions of pain and pleasure, and then the fleeting seconds where her yearning gaze would meet with his.
She was exposed, throbbing hard, brimming with raw rhythms, almost broken from the strokes. She whispered half of a curse, his fingers probed, she felt his contortions, he felt her contractions. And her hips, her hips were fighting back and losing, surrendering.
The waves of pleasure nearly made him drown in her. She was yielding to his wicked tongue, floundering in great need. His intermixed fingers, sliding as ivory sap, began to wet blushing interiors. Lord Garfield sank his fangs into Raven's neck, and wet his lips with more of her blood. Then took a blood and cum ridden finger, and teased it in her against her lip.
"You're making me depraved," Raven's words were broken sighs, "In increments."
"I am," Lord Garfield hushed her compassionately with another kiss as she flinched in pain. His fingers plundered in more depth, his roughness contrasting with her soft. He reassured in a faint manner, "I've got you. I'm right here."
"I'm ready," she husked.
"Mhmm, give it to me."
And she did.
Raven reached her limit, then dissolved into silk streams with an aside of buzzing nerves and cluttered thoughts.
The beads of sweet precipitation slickened his fingers, and he sucked them clean. He praised, "Atta girl, I knew you could do it for me."
"Whatever," Raven huffed.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her baby hairs were pasted to her forehead, and she could barely catch her breath.
"You were definitely into that." Lord Garfield, degrading, smirked.
She stubbornly returned, "If being delusional makes you sleep better at night."
Lord Garfield shot back, "That can't be the same smart mouth that was begging me just minutes ago."
Raven looked away, screwing her lips tight.
The native vampire laughed, then slowly put his fingers back inside Raven. She writhed, then he slowly pulled back out.
"I was just getting you your share," He lifted his fingers to her mouth, and used his other strong hand to grasp her neck.
"Be a good girl and open your mouth."
Raven rasped, "You are so disgusting."
"And you're just as bad for letting me eat you out," He then demanded firmly, "Open."
Raven glared at the vampire defiantly.
"Don't make me repeat myself, Raven."
Raven sighed in irritation, then did as she was told. Lord Garfield eased his fingers into her mouth, putting a good length in.
Raven let out a soft noise as she sucked, and it made Lord Garfield's hairs on his neck prickle.
Lord Garfield teased, pulling out, "Yeah, you like that. Nasty."
Raven replied, trying to hide her savory smile, "Go to hell."
"We're already there,"
Lord Garfield got his hands on scarlet ribbons, and folded them over Raven's eyes.
hi ! happy october. i hope u all enjoyed the chap. this story may be still going after halloween, altho i intended to finish it by then. but for the sake of schedules and my mental capacities, i want to take the time to execute this work. next update coming when able ! take care!!
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